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29.01.2011
satiate
April Steele

She was giving him one of those looks. One of those ‘I don’t believe you, so I’m just going to sit here and nod, then hold it over your head when you’re wrong’ looks. He hated that look.

“You’re going to love it. Blackberries as far as the eye can see. Promise.” He tried to reassure her as drove across the bridge.

“Mhmm.” Was all he got for his efforts.

He tried again as they pulled off to the dirt access road. “Enough blackberries to satiate the cravings of the worst berry addict. You’ll be able to eat all you want, and still have enough left over to make jars of jam, maybe even some blackberry wine.”

Another “Mhmm”.

The car came to a stop under the bridge. “I’ll get the buckets.” He said, then jumped out.

She took her time getting out, he could tell she was expecting disappointment.

“So where are these-” The words froze in her mouth when she saw them.

The blackberry thicket was acres deep, as high as their heads, and dotted with deep purple and black berries.

He smiled at her, ear to ear, then tossed her a bucket.

“Watch out for poison ivy.”

Memphis Note
This place actually exists on the Arkansas side of the Mississippi River, just under one of the old bridges. Learned about it from a photographer friend of mine.

2 Comments »

  1. Man, looks like my prompt earned me another Memphis secret. I’ve got to find this place, now. Thanks! Fantastic, by the way.

    Comment by April — January 31, 2011 @ 7:50 pm
  2. Looks like a new place to check out his summer.

    Comment by Caroline — March 28, 2011 @ 2:15 pm

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